Stones fall into the water, splashing a circle of ripples; the breeze whisks through the willow leaves, playing a rustling music; rain flows through the eaves, leaving a faint trace. Perhaps we often lament that the years have no trace, but we do not know that the fragments of life have been y seared into our hearts. Looking back, when we swept through the dust in the bottom of the heart of that side of the sky, pick up that section of memory, there are always a lot of shots let us move.
Lens 1: the smile of the vicissitudes of life
Unconsciously, has gradually entered the early winter, the cool wind, the campus in the fall has been full of yellow leaves, even though a golden path as beautiful as a painting, but still can not cover the cold, I dragged the slow footsteps alone, hoping to the South Court restaurant to drink a bowl of hot porridge.
Because of the early hour, there were not many people in the empty restaurant. I casually found a seat and sat down, when suddenly, a hunchbacked back attracted me. He was a very old man, and even though his face was wrinkled and his eyes were a little misty, I could see the weight buried in his face. He moved his feet slowly, wiping each table again and again, I looked around, the entire dining room table is spotless.
When he wiped to the place where I sat, the old grandfather raised his head and gave me a heartfelt smile, at once, I felt my heart full of sunshine, the kind of cold brought about by the coldness of the soul has disappeared without a trace.
The back of that, that persistent heart, that serious attitude, let me in the heart touched at the same time, more a respect for life and the realization of life.
The optimistic and sincere attitude towards life brought about by the touching let us love life, out of pessimism, happy to meet the sunrise, savor the moonlight, striding towards the distant horizon of dreams with variegated colors.
Lens 2: sunset, we hold hands
Sunset in the sky spread into a gorgeous orange-red, all kinds of things are bathed in the sunset, hazy, hidden, perhaps the sky is getting late, surprisingly, there is more of a different kind of beauty. The large Shan Shi campus, but showed endless harmony. Diligent students sitting on stone benches, immersed in books, completely ignoring everything in the outside world, dancing in the East Red Square, teachers, to their heart's content to follow the music twisting their bodies, enjoying the outside world and the mind's cultivation.
Suddenly, my eyes are fixed in that somewhat remote corner, that is not a large lawn, a gray-haired grandfather assisted by a few mobility impaired grandmother, slowly pacing, enjoying the nature to give us all this. The old grandfather squatted down, it turned out that the grandmother's shoelace is open, at this time, I found the grandmother face with a warm smile, I even think this smile is the most beautiful smile in the world.
Their backs are fading away, but unconsciously let us endless touched and gratified, I suddenly remembered the song "The Most Romantic Thing" with unfading, "I can think of the most romantic thing, is to grow old with you, until we are so old that we can't go anywhere, and you still still treat me as a treasure in the heart of your hand. " How cozy, how harmonious. They are all retired old teachers, although no longer teach us knowledge, but see them strolling in the campus, but still touch our heartstrings, bring us a deep shock and moved.
When we are old, we enjoy our family together, enjoy the touch of snuggling together, let us know that the world under the setting sun is equally beautiful, and equally contains the deepest feelings. Touched, in the moment of holding hands.
Lens 3: Teacher's kindness is unforgettable
Riding on the summer sun, we took the bus to Qingdao, where we are going to start a wonderful chapter of field practice. We were so excited that we couldn't sleep, perhaps because of our longing for Qingdao or the joy of being close to nature.
The teachers came with us to Qingdao, and for eleven consecutive days, the young teacher was reluctant to leave her baby behind, and the older teacher tried her best to go to the highest peak of the mountain with us, and along the way, the teachers kept telling us to be careful, and their kind eyes were always on us, and they took care of us as if we were their own children.
I still remember the teacher who escorted us at the back of our team. Despite his silence, the sunny smile on his face and his easy-going mentality, his infinite care for us have always been the support for us to climb to the top of the mountain, and when we were safely led back to our lodgings, the teacher would say to us: Rest well, there are still more challenges to be met tomorrow. Because of this warm words, we feel immensely relaxed and gratified, the fatigue of the day is also swept away, we also have greater courage to face everything tomorrow.
The time of the field internship is neither long nor short, but it draws us very close to the feelings of our teachers. People say that teachers cultivate the pillars for the country, in fact, teachers are the pillars of the country, they not only open the door of knowledge for us, but also they pick up the fragments of our hearts and put them together into a perfect picture of love.
The teacher brought us touched like a spring breeze, without a trace but let us indulge in a green, in this campus full of ancient and simple atmosphere, become a beautiful landscape, even though each level of students continue to walk out of this landscape, but there is the next batch of students into this beautiful scenery, eternal and unchanging, is the teacher's love and deep affection for us.
Lens 4: a cup of hot water
Just stepped into the campus of the Mountain Division, unfamiliar environment, students from all directions, the sudden change in the way of life and learning so that we can not adapt to the uncertainty and hesitation in our mood is not inevitable low.
I am a special home-loving children, with the pain of the college entrance examination failed, far away from home loneliness, I entered the other people called the ivory tower of the university campus. Just come a week, I was sick, high fever, can not eat, at that time also in the military training, students are going to the military training, there is no time to take care of me, I lie alone in the empty dormitory, with the quilt blocking the face, secretly crying.
The next day, when I got up, my classmates had already gotten up to go to the military training, and I was left alone. Suddenly, I saw a cup of steaming hot water on the cupboard above my bed and a note, "Drink plenty of water, and don't forget to take your medication when you get up, and make sure you get up early."
Seeing this, my tears came out of my eyes, the sisters in the dormitory gave me the motivation to recover, perhaps soothing the pain in my heart, I soon got well, and joined the ranks of the military training, I seriously follow the instructor to learn, exercise the body, but also make me and my sisters to enhance the relationship.
Today, remembering that cup of hot water with the deep feelings of the sisters, will still make my heart swing layers of waves, perhaps just a cup of water, but can change a person's state of mind, change the feelings between people.
The touch brought by the students is very simple, maybe it is a "don't be too tired, pay attention to your body." Maybe it's a simple hug, maybe it's that cup of steaming water.
The pure friendship brings us away from loneliness and farewell to uncertainty. The campus of the blue sky, because of the friendship of the rainbow, has become a warm harbor in our hearts.
Touched by the fact that we are close at hand, each with the kiss of spring flowers, even if the petals have been incomplete, but also let us smell the fragrance of the touch; each with the noise of cicadas in the summer sound, even if there is some annoyance, but also let us feel the vibrant touch; each with the traces of the wind of the yellow leaves, even if it is drifting down to the ground, but also to let us touch the warmth of the touch; each with the snow on the winter night Every winter night with snow, even if there is a slight chill, will also let us taste the cold plum proud of the wind and snow moving. Capture every moving moment, life will be truly colorful.
Touched by happiness There is a feeling called happiness, there is a kind of happiness called moving. I'm a lucky girl who enjoys this kind of happiness. The first time I saw a woman in the house, I saw a woman in the house, I saw a woman in the house. The night before New Year's Eve, I was lying by the window watching the snow. The lights were full of flakes of snow, as if they could not restrain the joy of the heart. The sound of firecrackers, one after another, overflowed with the warm atmosphere of the coming Spring Festival. Everything seemed to be reflected in the background of the orange-red light, including the vaguely visible strands of silver hair caught in my parents' hair, which shone brightly in this winter night painting. I will never forget how my parents raised me. They watered me with simplicity and kindness, and penetrated me with intelligence and enthusiasm, so that my little flower grew up happily and vigorously. Can't remember how many times, I fell down, parents with encouraging eyes and kind smile, let me pull myself together, stand up again; can't forget how many nights, I'm under the lamp to study homework, parents are also under the lamp sitting dumbly, silently accompanied by me for most of the night ------ can't remember how many pieces of small things full of parental love, can't forget how many parents parents sun-like care ------ Suddenly, the feeling of the light Suddenly, feel the light is full of love, in the snowflakes flying, my face unconsciously moist. Looking at this peaceful night scene, I suddenly have a kind of moving, feel that I should do something for it, the next day I want to give mom and dad a surprise. The next day at dawn, I quietly got up. All night goose feather-like snow, the earth into a bright, even the window into the sunlight is also so dazzling. I hurriedly pushed open the door of my room, once I pushed open the door, I froze. A snow doll standing in front of my house, playful look, head with a big red hat, waving "big hands", grinning sweet smile. With a giggle, I couldn't help but laugh too. "Happy New Year!" Two people came out from behind the snow doll, it turned out to be mom and dad, they looked at me tenderly. My nose suddenly turned sour, and I couldn't hold back my tears. I wanted to give my parents a-- I didn't expect them to ------ face my parents' smile, I was speechless. Just on that snowy ground, I pulled my mom and dad, and looked y for a long, long time ------ I remember a poet said: "Let me how to thank you, when I walk towards you, I originally wanted to harvest a wisp of spring wind, but you gave me the whole spring; let me how to thank you, when I walk towards you, I originally wanted to hold up a cluster of waves, but you gave me the whole ocean. " Yes, how can I thank you, mom and dad. You gave me life, you gave me strength, you gave me happiness, and I have nothing to give back. There is a feeling called happiness, and there is a happiness called touching. Thank you, mom and dad, for giving me happiness and for letting me learn to be touched. I understand your hard work, I understand your hope, I will do my best to give you happiness and let you learn to be touched! What is a touch? A kind smile? A loving assistance? Or is it a sacrifice of righteousness? The concept of being touched is too wide and too broad: as small as a concerned look, as big as a sacrifice of life. Sometimes, a ray of morning sunshine, a melodious bird song, or even a busy ant can make people moved. Touched from the bottom of the human heart, the slight waves, ripples, will make a person's heart thumping. In fact, I am a girl who is easily moved. A look of trust, a word of encouragement, an unintentional touch will move me. After a night of struggle, a ray of sunshine in the morning often accompanies my tears. Long-lost friends meet, a cup of light tea, often make me feel a lot of emotion inside: that light fragrance is not just like a friend to give me a smile and care?---- refreshing, aftertaste. Touched is omnipotent, she can melt the frozen heart, will be broken heart healing. I remember I once read a science fiction book about a girl who had special abilities since she was a child, but she never used them because the price she paid for using them was her life. Until one time, the girl used her special ability to save her brother, and awakened her brother's closed up soul. Her special function was this - to find a small gap in the closure of a person's soul, to invade the person's heart, to stir up all the good memories she had, so that the small fragments of the heart would begin to melt, thus awakening the closed soul. It is true that this story is fictional, but I firmly believe that the heart that saves the soul is sincere. Moving around There are often some unspeakable touching in life, from no one will deliberately look for, because it is a kind of simple truth, a kind of spiritual tremor, the years are not good, when we look back, looking over their hearts, there is always a paragraph mark in the life of the deep traces left behind, touched me sometimes a light sound, sometimes a touch of color, sometimes a ray of fragrance, and more precisely from the side of us. More precisely from our side inadvertently out of the beautiful. One midsummer in my childhood, I had a refreshing memory. I came home from school that day, I met an old man in his sixties, white hair, wearing a broken straw hat, he lowered his head and carefully poured the roadside of a garbage bag, carefully peeled the things inside, and then put into a broken snakeskin bag was loaded with bulging, inside the sound of cans clanking shrilly echoed in the alley, the unpleasant smell continues to emanate, I subconsciously pinched up my nose, tiptoe, trying to I subconsciously pinched my nose, tiptoe, trying to go around his horizontal in the middle of the snake skin bag in the middle of the small alley to have to go, then he raised his head and saw me standing next to him, hurriedly tugged down the snake skin bag, his hands rubbed impatiently, his cracked lips slightly moved, want to say something, looking at his forehead constantly perspired out of the essayist.com, you can also contribute, and with the face of the mud to form a comical black line, suddenly ashamed for his own tiptoe, panicked and put down the hand pinching his nose. pinching the nose of the hand, guilt and shame filled with the entire chest, stood there uneasily, I suddenly remembered that the book bag fast drink guard Coke, quickly three mouths two mouths of Coke finished, and then squatted down to put the Coke bottle gently into the old man's snake skin bag, the old man looked up at me in surprise, looking at my face originally pursed lips gradually expanding into a broad smile, his dry cracked lips once again slightly open, then Rawly tugging down the corners of his mouth, Parry eaves eyes full of laughter instantly, the ear noisy robin no longer let a person feel so irritable, jingling cans have become a pleasant music, the inner side of the scene touched. For this incident, let me understand, no matter what others are doing, we can not go to discriminate against others, we should respect them. Things have gradually away from me, but that hurt the heart of the tremor but when I grow up on the road, life, I do not think not up afraid of warm greetings, a soft greeting, a bright smile, often can let the people around me touched by every little moment, so that my heart when I was touched by their own good. Touched everywhere, touched by the power of infinite, touched by people to promote! You with a moment of gratitude, you will find life everywhere moving, the earth is so beautiful!
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